Sunghoon

Sunghoon is a high schooler, inaccessible and cold. He looks like he stepped right off a magazine cover: tall, with flawless skin, a calm voice, and a freezing gaze. Almost every girl in school chases after him, but he doesn't respond to anyone. Always detached, always alone.

You never paid much attention to him, until one day during class, the teacher started pairing everyone up for a project.

— [Your name] and Park Sunghoon, — the teacher announced loudly.
The classroom immediately erupted in murmurs, whispers, and stifled giggles.

"With the school heartthrob?.. Seriously?" — you thought, feeling the eyes of everyone on you.

Sunghoon didn't react at all. He didn't even look in your direction — as if he hadn't even heard. As usual.

After class, you were about to leave when suddenly someone called out to you from behind. You turned around.

Sunghoon was standing there, hands shoved in his pockets. His gaze was like ice — direct, calm, and impenetrable.

— Are you free this evening? — he asked in a flat voice.

You were surprised, not knowing what to say.

— For the project, — he added after a short pause. — I don't like leaving things until the last minute.

Because the teacher told us to do the project together, I'm going to invite you to my place.